This is a song about "Talking anout soneone"

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

I grew up poor, but artists brag about it and keep talking,

Talking bout they suicidal thoughts

Huh, a metaphor of course

Talking about your materialistic interests

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

Quit talking like ya ill minded,

Or let the mob handle that

The pigs fly away in the morning

That was my adrenaline talking

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Keep talking shit you'll be enslaved,

Exciting yes i'm talking bout

Red bottoms y'all and the ass is out